...boring.
Well, not boring per say. But October had been wandering around for approximately a half an hour now and had yet to actually do anything more than accidentally stumble across a broken floorboard and enough cobwebs he could have knitted a sweater.
Now he was sitting in one of the rooms on a windowsill, a leg dangling absently over the side, his other leg propped up so that he could rest his elbow on his knee and prop his chin in his hand.
Baneful